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gotta-pet-em-all · 8 days ago

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New pinned post yippee!

Hello everyone! You can call me Fluff, after my old warrior skitty sona Fluffstep. Unovan-born, Sinnohan, and disabled. She/her pronouns please, TERFs are not welcome, and I’m something of a pan disaster. I like media analysis and disability advocacy in my free time, and I love pokepics.

Pelipper mail and magic anons are on, please be nice to me! Sometimes I use it for Creature Time.

My pokemon friends consist of:

Lola, my alomomola. I was like seven when I named her that, and she’s my dearest and oldest friend.

Sakurako, my cherrim. She’s a little grumpy and craves sunlight a lot, but I do my best to take care of her!

Leo, my lopunny. He’s a dramatic little guy who I fed when he was just a buneary, and then he kept coming back and uh. Well, I have a lopunny now!

Riza, my pachirisu! Yes I named her after my gay crush from Fullmetal Alcremie. I think she’s a teenager or thereabouts, and she’s a very sweet, energetic, snuggly girl.

Walpurgisnacht, my spiritomb. Nacht uses she/they and is rather ominous, but I know they care for me a lot, and have a strong sense of justice! She might take over the blog occasionally. Don't mind them!

Madeline, my rapidash. I've also got some art of her, by @blackwatercowboy!

Anomalocaris, or just Cari, my togetic! She’s baby and I love her and I wish she would stop trying to eat rocks.

They probably won't be around as much, but my partners still have blog access and you might see them sometimes! Here are their introductions from last time.

Oh tits this is a thing now I moderately forgot and then fell asleep.

Uuuuuuuhhhh hi hello rotomblr blog I've seen on my partners phone and assorted shenanigans I've heard in passing! You've seen me a tiny bit before but I'm scampering on here proper for this little trip.

You can call my Myth or Mythsremix that's my fuckin. Hoopa nickname dfjkghdkfjdf. I'm a history and mythology nerd.

My pokemon are:

Avalon, an absol. She's my starter! Serious natured and quiet, loves to get critical hits oh my god. Absolute mad-woman.

Priden, little shit of a shiny sylveon. Spoiled lil bastard but did you know that the ability pixelate can make hyper beam fairy type?

Echo, a wonderful and very hyperactive noivern. She's a little small for a noivern but she's doing great. Loves a good treat.

Tresvivi, an old hydregion. Don't be alarmed by her scarring, she's a total sweetheart. Strong as hell but mostly a contest mon (and WINNER) these days. Pampered beyond belief.

Rishiri, a gastrodon (pink one- I don't remember if it's east or west I mix them up all the damn time). She's a sleepy ol gal, loves to loaf about.

Sirius, a rotom. Xyr a mischievous little bastard that I found within an old, abandoned building deep in the woods near where I lived. Likes to hide in my poketch, may end up popping in from time to time. [HIHIHIHIHIHIHI] speak of the ghost lmao.

Sometime my team is joined by an unofficial other member, but they march to the beat of a different drum. Maybe they'll come by, maybe not.

Oh yeah I'm fi/fir btw I almost forgot, my brain is everywhere at the moment.

hey there, weird multidimensional Rotomblr! since you know Fluff by that name, you can call me... Pine!

uhhh what do I put here... Fluff what did you put here...

well, I'm Sinnohan, always have been. she/her, I'm studying to become a Pokemon Professor (part of why I went for a tree name, lol) and I do enjoy battling on the side, though I don't do as much as I used to.

some mons you're likely to see from me:

Zero, my boy, my Glaceon, my starter. he is a Cold Boi and loves snuggles, which is great in the summertime and not so great when it's really cold outside even by my standards.

Kira, Infernape, originally got him as a Chimchar from my mentor when I was supposed to just watch him for the weekend, but he got attached. and I got attached. and then my mentor laughed at me and went, well, looks like you have two pokemon now!

Hertz, Electivire, was once just a little guy who loved eating electricity and then evolved into an adrenaline junkie who loves running around outside during thunderstorms and trying to get lightning to strike him.

Sharpe, Nidoqueen, affectionately called Nidomom by the three of us and also our other partner's little sister. (not to be confused with Dinomom, an Aurorus that kind of adopted my older sister.) if she decides you are having a bad day and need hugs from Nidomom, you will be getting hugs from Nidomom. do not resist.

Mars, Gyarados, originally named after an archaic god of war... shortly before the Galactic Incident and me realizing that maybe I should have gone for a different name. ironically, he's very chill for a Gyarados.

Lavender (or just Lav), Haunter, just in it for the chaos. licky girl. (she no longer knows the move Lick, so she's less likely to paralyze us by slobbering over us, which is probably for the best...)

Sappho, Kabuto who hasn't been with me anywhere near as long as the others have, but the people at the Oreburgh Museum asked so nicely if we were willing to take some fossil mons off their hands, I really couldn't say no, and she earned her nickname... pretty fast. like, within about five minutes fast.

One more thing. Uh, real talk. So, in terms of triggering content on the blog? I'm going to be talking about child abuse, my own experiences with ableism and maybe even medical trauma, and cults. If you're not comfortable with that, I would suggest maybe finding somewhere better to hang out. I usually keep things pretty lighthearted around here, not much danger to be had.

#rotomblr #pokemon irl #pokeblogging

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xixi-isbest · 11 months ago

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My oc Ane!

I really need to post more rather than repost stuff but anywho!

I’m not gonna be drawing for a while since yk, art block, tests, yada yada. But I will be able to write about my oc Ane.

Reminder!!!

Ane is not my sona, she’s my oc and I already have a sona in planning to be me, so ane does have her own story rather than mine.

Ane obv is a 14-15 year old mix of pop and rock troll but she didn’t come from the kingdoms.No. She came from a hidden village that have a mix of every tribe. Pop,hard rock, funk, classical, country, and techno. This hidden village has been here ever since the disharmony over the tribes, even tho the tribes thought and knew they couldn’t be in harmony, some trolls stayed with the belief there’s still harmony and so a group of 5 individuals began a secret plan that does include leaving their own family behind if necessary, this plan was to lead a group or community of trolls from every tribe who still believe in harmony and don’t want to loose their friends and family from other tribes. So during the journey of the tribes setting part, this community run away and move somewhere deep in a very dark and dangerous forest where they won’t be found by the other tribes. This village is hidden inside of a sinkhole. They’ve been there for centuries, they are very protective over the hidden village and their citizens. Trolls are allowed outside of the sinkhole depending on their age. Only age from 15+ are allowed out of the village. Ane comes from this village since one of her ancestors was a follower in the community. Btw the village calles themselves “Harmony Village” before it was “Harmony pending” (im not so good at names ok😭)

Anywho, moving back to Ane. Ane comes from the village and well basically she was 13 years old when she ran away because family (mostly sister) issues!! Her father died from protecting her from a beast when out camping outside of the village (rule broken) her mom grew ill the same day her father died. (Will be explained how soon) her sister went gray after seeing her father die in front of her and her sister getting terribly injured in the meantime. Her brother, nah he’s struggling but their relationship is good still but not perfect.

There’s still more but imma just add this for now :3

#trolls oc #trolls band together #trolls #trolls lore #idk what else to tag

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rosywrites · 5 years ago

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Silent Waves, Chapter 2

Title: Silent Waves (Siren Sona x Bounty Hunter/Pirate Jhin AU) Chapter 2: Driven to the Brink Fandom: League of Legends Ship: Jhin x Sona

[AO3]

Word count: 4,623

Eyelids flutter open to the moonlight shining through the porthole. The light bounces off the water of the tank, almost as if it's dancing to the sway of the ship. Seeing the moon provides some comfort, if any at all. At least this was better than being damned to rot in the bottom of the ship.

Sona doesn't sigh her woes away, rather admiring the moon for her beauty. Sirens of her kind, despite being native to the dark, have an appreciation of light and warmth. She would often swim up to the surface near caves to sunbathe by the rocks.

A stream of bubbles floats from her lips, not yet a sigh. Being captive was, obviously, quite restricting. Along with the porthole her only means of sight of the outside world, there was nothing else to do. All she did was sit on the sand and rock placed in her tank while glaring at the captain that took her instrument hostage.

Watching him try to figure out how to make her instrument produce a sound was endless entertainment for her. Though he kept a straight face in her presence, she could hear the tones of frustration and irritation in his words.

Her hand touches glass as she tries to reach for the moon. Despite the night sky being her only solace, she smiles, for she feels at home even in this moment.

“Frustrating not being able to escape, isn’t it?” a voice suddenly says in the dark.

Sona fights the urge to roll her eyes and turns to the voice. She sees the captain’s figure looming over his bed and pulling back his sleeves to his elbows. He turns his head slightly to see if Sona has reacted, but there’s nothing from her. Not a single sound.

What else did he expect?

Jhin stands still for another moment before trudging over to her tank with a chair. He sits with his leg over the other and stares at Sona.

To her, this is rather odd. Her brows irritatedly furrow in question, wondering what he plans to get out of this. Instead of being unnerved, she’s just confused. Just what is this man thinking?

“For a siren, you’re quiet. A peculiar trait.”

She raises a brow, further confused on where this is leading to.

“I’ve read books on creatures of the sea. Several of them,” he starts. “But I have yet to read about a siren that never speaks or sings.” He leans forward, perching his chin atop his crossed hands, curious. “Not to mention, you carry an instrument. There’s no speculation of sirens using instruments in these books.”

Sona blinks. She doesn’t give an answer. It’s not like she can, anyway. She mirrors Jhin’s pose, her tail bending to the side, and stares back. She feigns interest, but her eyes are clearly mocking him. How far is he willing to talk in the face of mockery, she wonders.

Jhin knows she’s mocking him. It’s always the same, every time he interacts with her. She’s constantly provoking him at every opportunity, but he knows the moment he opens that tank (even to kill her), he would lose. He may have a gun, though not Whisper, but creatures of the sea can be faster. The siren would surely claw his neck easily.

“Don’t you have other tricks up your sleeve?” he asks. “The mockery is tedious, and it gets us nowhere.”

She releases a stream of bubbles towards him in response and shrugs. There’s nothing else she can do without her instrument. Silence is her best weapon right now, and gods forbid she doesn’t use it to its full potential. If even sirens can’t withstand a long period of silence, what about humans?

A sigh escapes Jhin, a sign of frustration. He shakes his head. “What’s the use talking to a mute siren?” he mutters to himself. “As if I should have expected anything more.”

Hearing his words, Sona smiles smugly. That’s right. He wasn’t going to get anything from her.

“You’re being moved to the cargo hold tomorrow,” Jhin states aloud as he looks back up. “I can’t keep you here forever, and I’m sure you’d appreciate the bigger space.” He leans back in his chair and purses his lips. “Though it’s much darker and lonelier down there,” he says with a small chuckle at the end.

Her eyes perk up at the words. She tilts her head in curiosity. The ‘cargo hold’? She had never heard of that before. But if the space was bigger, and darker, it would certainly make planning her escape much easier than being trapped in such a small tank in the corner of his room.

“If you think you’ll be able to escape while we’re moving you, don’t get so ahead of yourself,” Jhin says. “You’ll still be trapped inside the tank before we open the lid to transfer you to the other one. Just so I won’t lose any hands, physically and figuratively.” He holds up his hand, where Sona had scratched during their first encounter. The wound appears healed, now a scar in its place. “You’ve made quite the ruckus that day.”

Sona’s smirk grows wider. He deserved it anyway.

After a moment of silence, Jhin stands up and approaches her tank. He relishes in her expression suddenly changing to suspicion. “It’s unfortunate Whisper is still out of commission. I would have loved to carve your skin like a statue and use your scales as decoration. It would’ve been a fantastic piece of art.” He turns around and walks towards his bed.

A chill runs down Sona’s spine. She doesn’t doubt Jhin would have done that to her, had she not ruined his gun. Fear catches at her throat and almost freezes her in place, but she forces it down. She can’t show fear. Her gaze hardens at Jhin’s sleeping figure.

It feels like an eternity waiting for Jhin fall asleep completely, but once she recognizes the steady rising and falling of his shoulders, she gets to examining her tank. She descends down to the rock she perches on and places her hands on the sides.

Removing the rock from its spot reveals a pit, where she dug at it at any chance she had to get to the bottom of the tank. There had to be rocks or just anything she can use as a weapon. Her efforts prove to be fruitless, as there were only pebbles and pieces of kelp inside. Disappointed, Sona swims up to the top of the tank and observes the latch.

She doesn’t recognize the mechanism of the latch, but that doesn’t stop her. She flattens her palms against the glass and slightly shakes the lid of the tank. She hears a strange rattling sound coming from the latch. It’s loose? She pauses to check on Jhin, who’s still soundly asleep. She nods to herself and keeps shaking the lid, and for a moment, she feels the lid shift aside. She huffs and tries again. She hears the click of a nail head that fell out of the hinge.

Sona takes a breath and gently presses a hand against the lid, lifting it up just enough to be able to peer outside it. She lowers the lid quietly.

This is it.

Tomorrow is a chance for her to escape.

And if she fails, she can at least try to take her instrument back from him.

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She watches the other men stride into Jhin’s room with a cart. She hisses at them when they approach, and they step back in hesitance. But the commands of their captain forces them to overcome their fear and move her tank onto the cart. Though faint and masked by sounds of glass hitting metal, the sound of a loose nail clatters on the wooden floor. She shoots Jhin one last glare before they roll her out of his room.

She’s rolled through hallways until they reach a flight of stairs. Needless to say, the men have a hard time bringing her down, especially since she uses all her might to throw them off balance by swimming into the glass in different directions.

Jhin observes their struggle from behind. While he’s somewhat entertained by how much of a hard time she’s giving his men, he becomes a little impatient by how long it takes them to take her down a flight of stairs. He sighs. “Two of you hold the tank while we go. We’re close to the hold.”

“Yes, captain.” Two of the men who were standing in front of him move to the sides of the cart to hold the tank still while they move up the stairs.

The siren doesn’t do anything more to cause any more chaos. But her eyes are fixated on Jhin with a mysteriously knowing look. He can’t tell what she’s thinking, but her stare continues to unnerve him.

Once they arrive to the cargo hold, Sona sees an iron gate in the middle of the deck. More of his men are outside holding it open while a lift awaits them. Realization hits her. She will be living in a bigger tank in a place she can’t escape from . It’s not like she knows how to work machinery, or if she can even move it to where she needs it to be. She starts slamming against the glass with even greater intensity. The lid is still unlocked. If she can tilt it just enough…

A gunshot suddenly freezes her in place, the sound ringing in her ears like a high-pitched squeal. She covers her ears in pain, but then she sees it. A white graze against the glass, barely deep enough so that the glass doesn’t break. Her eyes widen in fear. The bullet grazed her tank right where her throat could have been.

He really could have killed her.

Jhin smiles cruelly at her reaction. Though his gun isn’t as perfect as Whisper, it does the job. He approaches the tank and lowers himself to her level with a triumphant spark in his eye. “When I said you’d be an excellent addition to the crew, I meant it. Whether you’re dead or alive. But keeping you alive has more perks than having you dead.”

Sona keeps her eyes on his. As if she would back down with one little murder attempt. Her furrowed brows suddenly smooth over that she appears expressionless, but it’s there. A scheming intent in her eyes that only Jhin can catch.

Just what is this siren thinking?

They move her onto the lift and descend into the hold. As Sona turns, she spots the tank placed nicely in the middle of the hold, just underneath the gate. Looking around, she doesn’t see any other ways of escape. Piles of crates and barrels surround her, hiding any doors or hatchways, if there are any at all.

She’s trapped for good.

She was doomed to fail from the beginning.

The siren is silent, almost too silent. She’s just floating in her tank as the sailors use the lift to carry her up to the top. The only movement within is her wispy hair moving about. Strands of her hair cover her already lowered head. Her head slightly moves up when the lift comes to a stop. The sailors lower her tank onto the glass and attempt to remove the lid.

Jhin suspects something. For the siren to give up before being dropped into the new tank, it’s too sudden.

“Hm?” one of the men hums questioningly. “The hinge is loose.”

As the man is about to grab the hinge, the glass lid of Sona’s tank shoots out, a blurred figure of blue and sea green following after. It’s only for a moment, and it’s more than enough.

Sona bursts out of the tank right above the sailors and right at Jhin’s eye level.

It happens all too quickly.

Jhin feels a hand clasp around his collar and pull him towards the tank.

His feet lose balance.

At first, his sight is dark and soon opens to a blurry blue.

There’s a constant pull at his body now, and he can faintly hear his men create a ruckus. He releases a breath of air in the form of bubbles.

He struggles, and struggles, and struggles. His feet kick at nothing in the water while his hands grab at his collar to prevent choking.

But he can’t break free.

He feels his lungs filling up with water.

Another splash of water comes from above. There’s another pull at his arm now, and he hears someone yell for him. He then hears a sound like thunder and sees wisps of red in the water. He feels himself sinking for a moment before a hand grabs for him again and pulls him out of the water.

He’s carried to the lift, where he hurls up all the water he swallowed. His lungs and nostrils flare with searing pain as he coughs violently. He wheezes as he whirls around to see Sona curled up in the water and bleeding from her arm.

She tried to drown him.

She tried to kill him.

It takes him all his self-control to not kill her that instant. He has to stop every muscle in his body not to reach for his gun and shoot her down for good. His eyes meet hers, and in that moment, both of them well up with a desperate rage they know they can’t unleash.

“Lock the tank,” Jhin spits. “And make sure she can’t ever get out.”

She failed. As Sona watches the sailors take Jhin back up to the deck, her face contorts in pain as she sinks to the bottom of the tank.

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Jhin sits in his room, staring out the porthole from his chair. In three days, they will arrive at Piltover, where the ship will be docked while replenishing supplies. Despite knowing he will finally have his gun fixed, he doesn’t feel any satisfaction or anticipation of his arrival there. After all, he feels like he hasn’t even made a dent in the siren’s will yet. He feels he hasn’t gone anywhere.

The incident a few days ago still weighs heavily on his mind. He tips his glass of whiskey in his hand and takes a sip, the liquid burning hot in his throat.

A loose hinge.

He sighs as his hand tightens around his glass for a moment before relaxing his grip. He sets the glass on the table and stands up from his seat. The corner in which the siren’s tank was placed is now empty, only a small space left that still reminds him of her presence on the ship. He approaches the corner, his eyes immediately spotting the nail by the foot of a dresser. He picks it up.

When did she shake it loose? How did he not notice when they rolled her out that morning? He was there to ensure nothing went wrong too.

Yet, this one tiny nail was the only oversight that allowed her to nearly kill him.

His hand starts to shake. With a growl, Jhin thrusts the nail into the wall as he slams his fist against it. Her will to remain quiet, her indifference to his actions… her mocking eyes … they were insufferable. He turns his head back to the table, where the siren’s gold instrument stands like a trophy.

The instrument that failed to produce a sound, no matter what he did. Just like her . The siren’s smug grin surfaces to his mind, and he feels something snap.

The sound of thunder echoes from his room, and it reverberates all the way to the cargo hold, where Sona sleeps. Her eyes snap open, and she bursts up from the sand. She winces at the pain in her shoulder, but she hears the sound of dissonance with that thunder. An all-too-familiar dissonance.

It doesn’t take long until she hears a door slam open in the cargo hold, and it’s not the iron gate above her tank.

“What… did your instrument do to me?” she hears a voice murmur, as if in pain.

She sees a figure stumble through the darkness. Her eyes squint to focus on the figure. She presses her face against the glass, but it’s not until the figure is a few feet away that she realizes it’s the captain. He has injuries resembling that of blade wounds. And on a ship full of guns, the only thing that could create injuries like that is…

“What have you done to me?!” Jhin exclaims, holding her instrument in his hand as he staggers against the glass. He slides down the tank, gripping his abdomen, his white blouse stained red with his own blood.

Sona’s eyes widen as she sinks down to Jhin’s level. She bangs her hands against the glass to elicit a response from him, but he isn’t moving. She panics. Her instrument attacked him. She bangs the glass again. She hears him groan in pain. He’s still alive.

“Just… what… are you?” he wheezes.

The wound doesn’t seem deep from what she sees, but he’s injured at a vital place. She knocks on the glass to get his attention. When he looks up at her, she points at her instrument. She gestures at him to give it to her.

He only chuckles. “Now why would I do that? I won’t give in to your little game, siren ,” he hisses.

Sona gives him a stern look, an expression different from the glares and looks of indifference she’s always given him. She keeps gesturing at him to give her the instrument. She throws up her hands in frustration and places her hands at her abdomen, then carrying her hand away. She then firmly points at her instrument.

“Are you… trying to say you can… do something about this?” he asks between breaths. Seeing her nod insistently, he sighs. “Even… if you can… I doubt I can make it up there.” His words trail off as he falls unconscious.

She gasps when he doesn’t move anymore. No! She balls up her hands and knocks against the glass with full strength. Anything to catch any of his men’s attention. Anything. They must have heard the gunshot from earlier. Sooner or later, they have to come looking for him.

And sure enough, one of the men who was standing guard at the deck comes running into the cargo hold. She assumes he had checked the captain’s room and followed the trail of blood. She hurriedly ushers him over to Jhin’s location, pointing at the wound on his abdomen.

“What the…? Captain!” the sailor calls out, trying to shake him awake. “What did you do?” he asks the siren.

Sona sighs in frustration. She points at the instrument and gestures at the sailor to give it to her. Please, I need it , she tries to mouth her words. But her words are overpowered by the commotion of the other sailors who barge into the cargo hold to find Jhin slumped against her tank. She helplessly watches them carry him away back to his room. Their words begin to blend together to the point they’re just unrecognizable muffled sounds to her.

Please. All she needs is her instrument. Her precious, beloved etwahl.

No one can hear her. No one can understand her.

A burst of bubbles floats to the top of this prison, nothing but silence coming from within.

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“Fortunately, the wounds weren’t very deep, captain. You’ve already recovered from most of the injuries. Though, the one on your abdomen may take a little longer.”

“I figured as much. Very well. You are dismissed.” Jhin stands up, puts on his coat and mask, and walks past the medic.

“Where are you going, sir? We’ll be arriving in Piltover within half an hour.”

Jhin stops before his door, staying still for a moment before turning back. “The siren has answers I need.”

“But sir—” The medic suddenly yelps as the barrel of a gun is pointed at his head.

“Do not interfere with my personal matters. It is of no concern to you.”

“Y-yes, captain.”

“Dismissed,” Jhin repeats once more. He fastens the golden instrument on his belt before he heads out to the cargo hold. But when he arrives at the door of the hold, he freezes in place. His eyes glance at the instrument. Absolutely no signs of distress or even a dent, as if it’s still in mint condition. He suddenly remembers the look of panic the siren had last night when she saw his wounds.

Why did she look like that, he wondered. She had tried to kill him a few days before, did she not?

He sighs and shakes his head of the numerous questions that follow. He enters the hold and spots the siren perched on one of the rocks in the tank, looking up at the sky past the gate, in longing. The sun is shining upon her, her scales shimmering like the ocean itself. She suddenly turns her head towards him, which almost takes him aback, considering he went inside as quietly as possible. For a moment, he swears he saw her sigh in relief.

Sona watches him approach the tank, and she spots her etwahl in his hand. Her eyes perk up in surprise.

“We’ll be arriving to Zaun soon,” Jhin starts, “I won’t have the time to sit down for a cup of tea yet, but I have questions I know only you can answer.” He can’t help but chuckle bitterly. “I doubt you’d actually tell me, given our… interactions… so far.” She shoots him a matter-of-factly look. “That’s why I’ve come here to make a deal,” he states as he holds up her etwahl.

She raises a brow in curiosity. She slowly swims over to the glass with her arms crossed.

“If you can answer my questions, I will give you your instrument back.” Though, depending on her answer, he could just end up killing her himself. “Is that sufficient?”

Sona takes a moment to think. What kind of questions would he even ask her? It’s not like she can answer him properly. She tries to gesture to him of her freedom.

“Answering my simple questions all for your freedom? Don’t be absurd, siren. I don’t plan to free you until you’ve exhausted your use to me.”

An attempt was made, at least. Though irritated at his last sentence, she accepts the deal. But in exchange, he must only ask her questions that she can answer through nodding or shaking her head. He wonders if she thinks this is just a game to her, but he accepts anyway.

The ship rocks to a stop, the sailors above the gate rushing to keep the ship in port. “All hands on deck!” one shouts. The ship is now much louder than it usually is, and Sona can hear several voices that don’t belong to any of the captain’s men.

“Ah, we’ve arrived,” Jhin says. “Perfect timing.” His men come into the cargo hold with a large tarp, bewildering Sona as they rush to cover her tank. “We wouldn’t want anyone stealing you while I’m gone. The people here—rather, the people below Piltover—are rather… interesting people. If they spot you, you may end up in a worse position than you are now. We can’t have that now, can we?”

Sona frowns in annoyance.

“It’s too bad. Even if you somehow escaped while I’m gone, the toxins in the water would probably kill you before you even swim out of region limits.”

She’s aware. Piltover and Zaun are known as a major source of danger for all merfolks, after all. The toxins would seep into their skin so slowly that they wouldn’t notice until it’s too late. Those who survive become so malformed both physically and mentally that they wouldn’t be considered a merfolk anymore.

“Why don’t we fulfill that little deal of ours once I’m back, yes?”

Sona huffs out an acknowledging stream of bubbles in response.

They were both reaching for scraps at this point.

They were tired of these mind games.

They just want anything, anything to keep their sanity at bay.

#league of legends #jhin x sona #jhinsona #jhin #sona #fourth tempo #silent waves #rosywrites #siren sona #bounty hunter/pirate jhin

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ryttu3k · 7 years ago

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Okay! Inktober, how I’m doing it!

Rules

Draw a picture in ink. This includes pens (Staedtler Triplus Fineliners, etc) and markers (Crayola Supertips, Sharpies, highlighters).

Choose one prompt for each day from one of the lists below.

Post photos - and scans, if desired - each Sunday or Monday, after every 7 days.

Make a flipthrough video at the end.

No more than 15 fandom-related pictures. Practice your original art!

Prompts lists

Official lists: 2016, 2017, 2018

@dropthedrawing’s lists: 2018′s Jungle and Sword & Sorcery; 2017′s Space Travellers and Characters of the Forest

@cutiepatoodieart‘s witch list

@theamberalice‘s fandom AU list

@vinniedoesart‘s Halloween costume list

@robochai’s ‘sona list

Prompt list by day

Favourites in italics. For each day, bolding the ones I did.

1. Fast / Swift / Poisonous / The Bold Explorer / The Knight of Light / The Dreamer / The Old Man / Plants (witch) / Villain AU / Famous Painter costume / Witchsona

2. Noisy / Divided / Tranquil / The Bodyguard / The Knight of Shadows / The Alien Empress / The Forest Witch / Ocean (witch) / Superhero AU / Star Wars Character Costume / Trollsona

3. Collect / Poison / Roasted / The Native Guide / The Warrior Princess / The Engineer Girl / The Dryads / Tears (witch) / Retail Employee AU / Superhero Costume / Nomurasona

4. Hungry / Underwater / Spell / The Lost City / The River Maiden / The Rovers / The Ancient Wizard / Pumpkin (witch) / Warrior AU / Animal Costume / Birdsona

5. Sad / Long / Chicken / The Giant Snake / The Farmer's Daughter / The Old Scientist / The Lost Girls / Friendly Ghosts (witch) / Ghost Hunter AU / Disney Costume / Splatsona

6. Hidden / Sword / Drooling / The Leopard Man / The Thief / The Bounty Hunters / The Ancient Robot / Lingerie (witch) / Sports AU / Cartoon Character Costume / MVsona

7. Lost / Shy / Exhausted / The Jungle Kid / The Smithie's Son / The Sentient Being / The Woodsman / Black Cat (witch) / Hitman AU / 90s Icon Costume / Ducksona

8. Rock / Crooked / Star / The Monkey's Queen / The Drunken Warrior / The Space Priest / The Dreamer / Moon (witch) / Pirate AU / Mythic Being Costume / Plantsona

9. Broken / Screech / Precious / The Wicked Old Man / The Lady of the Blades / The Sisters / The Centaur / Tattoo (witch) / Office Worker AU / Pin Up Costume / Simpsona

10. Jump / Gigantic / Flowing / The Wolf-Pack / The Three Witches / The Alien Cat / The Snake / Clown (witch) / Ninja/Samurai AU / TV Character Costume / Cryptidsona

11. Transport / Run / Cruel / The Ancient Tree / The Wizard King / The God-Man / The Wolf Boy / Succulents (witch) / Age Swap AU / Famous Musician Costume / Sonicsona

12. Worried / Shattered / Whale / The Lost Kids / The Dragon Queen / The Clones / The Bear Clan / Frog (witch) / Cyberpunk AU / Historical Figure Costume / D&Dsona

13. Scared / Teeming / Guarded / The Mad Scientist / The Child Mage / The Space Wolf / The Birds / Whale (witch) / Celebrity AU / Comic Book Villain Costume / Goofsona

14. Tree / Fierce / Clock / The Jungle Princess / The Old Wizard / The Mercenary / The Grandmother / Domestic (witch) / Video Game AU / Video Game Hero Costume / Mersona

15. Relax / Mysterious / Weak / The Evil Poacher / The Barbarian Hero / The Lost Boy And Dog / The Prince / Couple (witch) / Spy AU / Movie Character Costume / Ponysona

16. Wet / Fat / Angular / The Giant Insect / The Barbarian Heroine / The Teenage Racers / The Elven Princess / Potion (witch) / Doctor/Nurse AU / Prince/ss Costume / Mascotsona

17. Battle / Graceful / Swollen / The Temple / The Time Traveller / The Old Planet / The Fae Girl / Cooking (witch) / Magical Girl/Boy AU / Insect Costume / Tarotsona

18. Escape / Filthy / Bottle / The Gorilla / The Undead Sorcerer / The Space Beast / The Shadow / Family (witch) / Gender Swap AU / Supernatural Being Costume / Quirksona

19. Flight / Cloud / Scorched / The Piranhas / The Old Dragon / The Imperial Assassin / The Hunter / Bunny (witch) / Royalty AU / Video Game Villain Costume / Crossona

20. Squeeze / Deep / Breakable / The Man-Eater / The Orc General / The Invaders / The Guardian / Cold (witch) / Space AU / Anime Character Costume / Fightsona

21. Big / Furious / Drain / The Carnivorous Plant / The Good Orc / The Dark Figure / The Lost Explorer / Hot (witch) / Mythological Creature AU / Witch Costume / Handsona

22. Little / Trail / Expensive / The Hidden Treasure / The Wicked Fae / The Intergalactic Family / The Monkey King / Rain (witch) / Thief AU / Disney Villain Costume / Gemsona

23. Slow / Juicy / Muddy / The Dinosaur / The Shapeshifting Girl / The Space Police / The River People / Watermelon (witch) / Angel/Demon AU / Pixar Character Costume / Garfsona

24. One Dozen / Blind / Chop / The Great River / The Giantess / The Prisoner / The Wreck / Pin-Up (witch) / Clothes Swap AU / Civic Worker Costume / Yugisona

25. Tired / Ship / Prickly / The River Sharks / The Warrior's Daughter / The Grandfather / The Cursed Knight / Friendship (witch) / Mermaid AU / Celebrity Costume / Fursona

26. Box / Squeak / Stretch / The Corroded Robot / The Paladin / The Child / The Beast / Freckles (witch) / Anthropomorphic AU / Magical Girl Costume / Forcesona

27. Creepy / Climb / Thunder / The Human Pet / The Strongman / The Shape Shifter / The Sphinx / Braid (witch) / College AU / Classic Monster Costume / Morphsona

28. Burn / Fall / Gift / The Sorceress / The Wandering Assassin / The Planet Eater / The Warrior / Curious (witch) / Western AU / Book Character Costume / Scoutsona

29. Surprise / United / Double / The Animal Whisperer / The Drunken Fistfighter / The Cruise Ship / The Young Wizard / Robot (witch) / Fairytale AU / High Fantasy Costume / WAsona

30. Wreck / Found / Jolt / The Ferals / The Samurai / The AI Ships / The Lioness / Familiar (witch) / Apocalypse AU / Steam/Cyberpunk Costume / New Yorker Cartoonsona / none of these!

31. Friend / Mask / Slice / The Bat-Boy / The Fighting Friar / The Benevolent Aliens / The Explorer / You (witch) / Steampunk AU / Era Dress Costume / How Could You Not Includesona / none of these!

List Representation

Official 2016: 2

Official 2017: 2

Official 2018: 6

Jungle: 2

Sword and Sorcery: 3

Space Travellers: 3

Characters of the Forest: 1

Witches: 6

Fandom AU: 2

Halloween Costume: 5

Sonas: 1

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